I think I do a pretty good job of staying away from politics in discussions among mixed company. If I can do it, why can’t others? Why do I have to open the mandatory e-mail in my workplace and find a missive congratulating Barack Obama on a job well done? There was no analagous message wishing luck to Donald Trump. When I reflect that a few responsible people have been trying over the past decade to get Congress to remedy our exposure to Electro-Magnetic Pulse events with no success whatever at the federal level, and that a single such event could kill 300 million Americans within a year, my blood boils. Granted, George Bush II was on watch when the alert was first raised: his administration led the charge to do nothing (being preoccupied, apparently, with monitoring all of our private communications). Under Obama, however, not only has understanding of the impending threat deepened and been more broadly disseminated (no thanks to the mainstream media); the man has actually equipped Iran–one of the two most likely perps of an EMP attack in the near future, based on our observation of missile-development programs–to become an active threat. Meanwhile, he’s wasted months and months of precious time and treasure-loads of precious resources ginning up concern about climate change. Manhattan may be under water in 2075! That’s obviously a far greater issue than the death by thirst, starvation, hypothermia, and rioting of nine out of every ten citizens, possibly by 2020.
A job well done… really? Define “job”, please.
Contrarily, newscasters on all the FOX sister-stations produce queues of talking heads communicating the hope of “ordinary Americans” that President Trump will “make their lives better”. The problem, it seems to me (as an American and a Constitutionalist), is that one man should have so much power as to be able to make our lives better or worse. I don’t want anyone making my life better. I want bureaucracies everywhere to get their fingers the hell out of my life, so that I may make it better if I have the energy or worse if I commit errors rich in good life lessons. I want to be treated as an adult instead of a child; I don’t want a new daddy-figure who artificially supplies work for me instead of intrusively choosing my diet for me.
A student told me yesterday that you can’t collect water off your roof in these parts for filtering and drinking. He said that it’s illegal. A little research suggests that he was wrong in terms of state law. Nevertheless, he may be right in terms of certain municipalities and subdivisions, which have all kinds of patently unconstitutional restrictions on what one may do. Government entities on both the micro- and the macro-level are busily gnawing into our basic freedoms. If you look hard for them (i.e., outside the mainstream media), stories are superabundant about the Bureau of Land Management telling a rancher that he can’t water his cows because of a rat or an owl. My brother-in-law claims that the county in which I hope to build a retirement home will require me to have an outlet capable of servicing an electric car, even though I have no intent of ever owning such a car. (I may drive ten miles, perhaps, in a month.) All of these “do-gooders” are stifling the very resourcefulness and independence that will be needed to confront… oh, say, a major EMP event. And if such an occurrence were to happen naturally (as it certainly will within a few decades–lead-pipe cinch), then it might ultimately wipe out the human race. In the meantime, though, our keepers will have nudged us benignly toward vehicles that don’t directly use fossil fuels… and those marginalized voices who protest, like Dinesh D’Souza (a man of color, by the way), will find themselves not-so-benignly doing significant prison time on some trumped-up charge relating to improper completion of complex paper work.
I don’t see the Trump Administration flashing any signs that it will reverse the “job well done” by Barack Obama in these areas. Trump isn’t abolishing any of the more oppressive and dictatorial departments: he’s just replacing their directors with his partisans. So… my assessment is that you’re pretty much on your own. Chacun pour soi. Filter your own water without telling anyone, grow your own garden and hope that ATF’s drones don’t misidentify it as a marijuana plantation… and, in general, put your hope in your own two hands. Get over the celebrations: there’s nothing to celebrate here.